As soon as he opened his eyes, the Little Chubby Fist started to launch attacks.
Every punch landed right on target, thumping solidly into Song Yunchi's face.
Song Yunchi was dumbfounded. He stared at Song Jingxing in disbelief. "You little brat, who do you think you're hitting?"
"Waa waa." The Little Chubby Fist wasn't enough, so he added his little chubby feet, attacking on both fronts.
He flailed at him wildly with no rhyme or reason.
Song Yunchi took a deep breath and told himself, This is my own flesh and blood, don't get mad.
Don't get mad!
Little Jingxing was crying and fussing badly. Song Yunchi had no way to deal with him, so he could only pick him up and coax, "Alright, stop crying. You hit me and I'm not even mad—what are you crying for?"
The little guy's nose was red from crying, and a snot bubble popped out by accident.
He froze for a moment, staring blankly.
Song Yunchi mercilessly made fun of him. "Look at how ugly you are, all dirty and gross."
